STAID sires of maids divine, they strut, rotund,
Climax of culture and peace, these fatted
magnates,
Who wallow through the towns their torpor stag-
nates;
In whom remains some virtue moribund,
Since at their heels, though with convention shunned.
They dare parade, luscious from cars and cabs.
Correct, spruce, dignified, their ornate drabs,
Superb with all their venal bulk has dunned.
Her one need is that he should prostitute her:
Why praise him? Smile with his proud wife, who,
knowing
Him and his petted bias, taking cover
In prudish crazes – suffragism would suit her –
Sweetly ingenuous ever, on her own showing –
Rejuvenates her face and bilks – her lover.
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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